November 29, 2021

a quiet garden

our garden is quiet
in the late night chill
brown stems reaching for the moon
grasping for their youth

i’ll wait here for them
to bloom into a new spring
or i’ll wait for you
to rise from the cold earth
declare our future
and with a gentle kiss
warm me back to life


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